get away, (from me)

get away, (from me)

A Poem by RuseInex

the crunching crackling,
the sharp bursts of sound
released by the brittle leaves
who cry in their pulverization
to my boots’ impact
on this rugged trek,
of this dried course
where cold streams
flowed months ago

i search
for trace of foothold
a path to wander
that is pleasant
lush and green,
but find none

i search to find
my place
for another night
but see only dirt and dust
inhaled with labored breath

i am tired
beyond the scale
of what is sane
my sinews and bones
my nerves scream
to find no relief
i do not like the course
my mind wanders on

were i to succomb,
i am too far
for someone to assist
whose efforts though,
i would nonetheless shun

human intrusion
breeds grief for me,
from whose presence
i would surely flee

i have nursed bruises and scabs
inflammations and irritations
of itch of skin
of itch of mind
on my weather worn body
on my turmoiled state of mind

i have survived as an outcast
running deep into the arms
of the wilderness
running far from the city
of wild dreams and schemes
where everyone wants
to eat my flesh

now,
new injuries come
by way of thorns,
sharpened rocks,
poison plants
and venomous insects
to which
my chapped lips
mutter rants
though my mind prefers these
to the ravings of human beings
who have taken from me
who have plundered
and trodden my love
for money and things

oh, mind,
tell my body
to quit its complaint,
or, “would it rather be crucified
by heartless humans?”

i scale the side of the mountain
defying gravity with
stubborn thigh muscles
accustomed oblivious
to persistent pain

the sun burns my scorched face
turned darkest brown
like oven baked,
raw mexican clay

if i fall
i fall onto gravel,
thistles briars and dirt,
pasted to the surface
of raw debris

no one will see,
but perhaps only those
whose eyes are there,
only to see me fall,
and gloat,
waiting for the opportunity
of my demise
into the spirit world

thus far
i have survived as an outcast
running deep into the arms
of the wilderness
from whose seclusion
i will not be outcast

though i die in her arms
though she be cruel
with cold or torrid breath
with her sharp,
or rough embrace,
i will die a happy man

her eyes at night sparkle
with bright lights,
her voice ever changes
with the moving still air,
her voice is captivating
whether soft or harsh

from her,
there is no reprimand,
she is what she is,
untamed wild,
she will not seduce,
or betray

she will not judge
she will only be
what she is
even as i am
who i am
though she kill me
she will not ask anything of me
she will not take from me

she will hide me with decomposition
no one will find my elemental dust
of which i am made

© 2019 RuseInex


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Ruselnex, it is quite sometime since I read something of yours. You have taken me on quite a journey here. Captivating description of escaping from the world, living as a recluse. I get the sense of hurt from people and the protagonist just wants to get as far away from them as possible. You convey that feeling of isolation so well and being in the arms of nature where it is more comfortable to be. Where there is no judgement.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

RuseInex

5 Years Ago

sure love and agree with your analysis Christine, you sum up the feelings of the protagonist perfect.. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

You are very welcome :)



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Ruselnex, it is quite sometime since I read something of yours. You have taken me on quite a journey here. Captivating description of escaping from the world, living as a recluse. I get the sense of hurt from people and the protagonist just wants to get as far away from them as possible. You convey that feeling of isolation so well and being in the arms of nature where it is more comfortable to be. Where there is no judgement.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

RuseInex

5 Years Ago

sure love and agree with your analysis Christine, you sum up the feelings of the protagonist perfect.. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

You are very welcome :)

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RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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